Текст песни Розенбаум - Кубанская Казачья

Em
To the house is the way-road
Am H Em D
Dalek,
 G
Yes, three rows tear fur -
 D G
Oh, dashing.
   E7 Am
With songs and hiccups,
   D G
With checkers and pikes
Am Em Am
Go-go Kubans
H Em
On top.

Where durium swears
The smaller brother,
Ripening-poured
Grapes.
Behind the wattle fences
Uncle Charki pushed,
Waiting for the fathers darling
In the house of soldiers.

             Am H7 Em
       Cossacks are getting closer and closer to home,
             Am D G
       Already familiar wind at the cheek.
           E E7 Am
       And, akimbo, the centurion jumped out into the gallop -
           Em C H
       I have not seen my father for a long time.

The women dress up,
Borsch boils,
Geese ducks are fried -
Spirit in the steppe.
Dogs with chains break,
As the old women are barking,
And the horses are kicking
By the river.

The girl is dumbfounded
Shast in the chest,
Drags a white dress -
Maybe, suddenly
Not by washing, so by rolling
Lucky with the soldier to her,
Maybe beg
Dear friend.

Eh, meet, outskirts,
Squadron.
Pour out, harmonica,
We go to the house
Yes, along the main street.
The man from the sun frowns,
Run up, chicken,
Zashibem.

The entire village in the holiday -
They waited.
Where - what difference does it make,
Have some fun.
The girl in a white dress,
The guy, know, will spend,
With a look, you see,
Do not be scolded.

      On the stakes, they took away the whole wattle fence,
      That Cossacks are walking the third day.
      Such a share - then meet, then see off
      Their sons protect the border.